Gus Moving On

Gus looked around at the multitude of boxes in his hallway. Resting for a minute, beer in hand, he was startled by the doorbell and the phone ringing. The real estate agent at the door didn't surprise him. The man on the phone did.

"What's up, Fred? Can I call you back?"

"Boss, this is important."

Motioning to the real estate agent that he'd be right with him, Gus sauntered down the hall to his kitchen. "Go ahead."

"There's word on the street, there's a contract out on Miriam Stokes' life."

He stopped. "Who put out the contract?"

"Elvis Capano Junior."

"He's dead and so is his father."

"A lone-wolf type has taken it upon himself to fulfill the contract. Name's Shadowman."

Gus ran a hand over his face. Miriam still wasn't out of danger. Would this ever stop? "What do you know about this guy?"

"Contract killer."

"Get over to Ms. Stokes' place. I'll call her."

"On my way."